war pigs

ironmaiden_81186

Calmness takes over,
chill creeps into my bones and I fall asleep;

I don’t feel old but I am deranged,

Overshadowed by the fog that still looms around,

Snow still kissing my knees till they are numb,

 

The anxiety to stand up grips those tiring nerves,

I wondered am I sixty or sixteen,

Mist cleared and there she stood,

As if I heard her say: “you are a good soldier,

lead your men into the battle, god shall be with you”.

 

The smoke around looked almost holy,

for me to believe that this really was war.

The chaos and strife almost unbearable took us to the limit,

This hideousness, almost crunching us to tatters.

 

Legs thrashed, hands blown up, bones shattered,

We were the war pigs.

 

We were a band of brothers who had shed blood and tears on D-day,

War had been won but lives lost aplenty,

My hands cramping of holding my dead mates,

On this day tears didn’t flow,

just a sigh of relief that it was over.

 

This nightmare has been with me for the past forty years;

I am Maj. Dick Winters,

A soldier of godly fortune, who survived the war by will.

For all these years that I have earned a nine or a ten,

I have been proud that I led a bunch of brave men.

  • Author: ironmaiden_81186 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2010 08:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this on behalf of MAJ dick winters,who had led american troops in the second world war...everybody knows about the war at normandy when i finished watching the series "band of brothers"...i was so moved that i wanted to express it in some way
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Comments2

  • Cheeky Missy

    Wow, thank you very much for this tribute. It was a bit of an eye-opener. I wonder why they are "war pigs" though....it is not a nice label, nor laudable, you know?

  • ironmaiden_81186

    i know cheeky...it aint a good label, but as it turns out , these soldiers are treated just like that, like pawns in a game of chess......for a few political goals these soldiers are sacrificed...and so its sad and frustrating....



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